trigger warnings: repetition, minor bodily injuries/issues, mention of snapped neck, trichotillomania, implications of suicide
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fuck you
do what you want
but only when you can't focus
when you can't you'll not
you'll not
you're not
fyck spelling spellling's for cowards
losers with the time to think
think of nothing like you and me
think of everything fuck the world
fuck the world
stop the world
/j/j/j/j
nothing to see here
just me being queer
me being weird
ha take these ideas
don't put them to paper
paper's for losers
you'll say thank you later
can't write but sometimes read
can't dream but sometimes see
my handwriting's devolved
thank quarantine I guess
and my broken neck
and fingers bent my wrist
hold my position so my neck falls into place
flex my fingers so they stop being
folded over each other
hit my wrist so it doesn't look
quite so out of place
lose my braces but it's not like my ankles
mattered anyway
one-track brain
I think you're insane
or maybe I'm who's insane
scatterbrained
clusterfuck
hyperfixated?
I'm making shit up
on making shit up
make them shut up
it's always too loud
I'm not allowed to hide
from the noises outside
nor the ones in my mind
does pulling my hair make me less of a coward?
or more, or at the same time?
haha ha ha fuck that fuck you
I'm not trying to do that
but they never do
what's in a name?
shut off my brain
shut your mouth and my ears
better off that way
silence is pain and noise is insane
turn off the lights
because it ends here tonight
